A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 1342 Qu Xiaoxiao got scratched by the cat! (Please subscribe!)
When Yao Bin said he wanted to increase the investment, Hua Twelve laughed:

"It's just raising the stakes, I agree, but you can't keep delaying the bet from last time!"

Yao Bin looked terrible. With so many fellow car enthusiasts and his friends watching, if he were to call Hua Twelve "Grandpa," how could he ever face anyone in the industry again?

He hesitated for a long time before finally forcing himself to speak:

"How about we have a contest first? If I win, we'll be even. If I lose, we'll settle all the old and new scores together. Don't worry about me reneging on the deal. We're friends here, and I, Yao Bin, have my pride!"

Yao Bin knew that what he said was against the rules, so after he finished speaking, his face turned as red as a monkey's bottom.

Seeing his reaction, Hua Shier chuckled and said, "Alright, let's have the competition first!"

I paid the registration fee and bought insurance, and then someone gave me a brochure about the competition.

In the afternoon's two races, Hua Shier and Yao Bin were scheduled for the second race. A total of fifteen supercars participated. The race track was 2.063 kilometers long per lap, with 14 turns. The participants had to complete 12 laps, totaling 25 kilometers.

There is a 15-minute time limit before the race to get used to the track and adjust the vehicle. Participants can run a few laps to adjust their vehicle and condition.

The first race went smoothly, but by the time the second race started, the other drivers were getting used to the track.

Hua Shier leaned against the car door, watching the beautiful women on stage, showing no intention of going down to adjust his state.

Yao Bin walked over and asked, "Wang Baichuan, aren't you going to go down on the field and get used to the venue?"

Hua Shier raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "Call me Father!"

Grandpa's bet hasn't been cashed in yet, but he did pay it off for the last road racing bet. It's not wrong for Hua Shier to make Yao Bin call him Dad.

Yao Bin's face immediately darkened:

"Don't blame me for not warning you, I didn't participate in the race because I know this venue well. I own a stake in this racetrack. If you don't get used to the track, don't blame me for winning unfairly when you lose to me!"

Hua Shier waved his hand:
"What's so unusual about a father beating his son? He'd just lay a hand on him!"

Yao Bin was so angry he almost vomited blood. He felt that coming over to remind the other party was simply outrageous. He pointed at Hua Shier and turned to leave.

After a 15-minute adaptation period, the racetrack's loudspeakers reminded the participants to begin drawing lots to determine their track assignments.

Hua Shier drew lots and then drove the car to the designated track.

The fifteen participating vehicles were arranged in two parallel rows, with seven vehicles in the front and eight in the back.

Whether it was a coincidence or intentional on the part of the organizers, Hua Twelve's R8 started from the second car in the first row, and the driver in the first car in the left lane was Yao Bin.

This guy drives a Porsche 911, which, like the R8, is an entry-level supercar, but a bit more upscale.

Yao Bin rolled down the passenger-side window, gave Hua Twelve a "hey," and when the latter looked over, he raised his right thumb, then slowly rotated his arm until his thumb pointed downwards.

This is clearly a provocative move.

Hua Shier was more direct, giving Yao Bin the middle finger!

Once all the participating vehicles were in position, the roar of engines filled the air above the track like a tidal wave, and the fifteen supercars were poised to go at the starting line.

Hua Shier's R8 gleamed with a cold metallic sheen in the sunlight. He rested one hand on the steering wheel, his gaze sweeping over the Porsche 911 parked next to him on the left. Yao Bin was glaring at him through gritted teeth, mouthing the words:

"You lose!"

Three, two, one!

The red light on the electronic countdown suddenly went out, and the green light in the departure area turned on at the same time.

All the contestants slammed on the gas pedal, and the engines instantly burst forth with powerful blasts and ear-piercing roars, sending the cars shooting off like arrows.

Hua Shier didn't step on the gas. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and leisurely took a puff.

Let everyone take a couple of puffs of a cigarette first!

Ah!
That's how pretentious I am!
But it didn't matter that he didn't move; there was another car behind him. That guy almost rear-ended him. Luckily, he reacted in time and didn't accelerate too hard. He swerved to avoid it, but it slowed down his departure. He was so angry that he cursed Hua Twelve as an idiot. Then, without bothering to get out of the car to fight, he quickly chased after him.

Everyone else was dumbfounded, including Yao Bin, who was in first place and was asking his friend who was the referee via radio.
"Where's that kid's R8? I haven't seen it since we started driving?"

His friend replied over the radio: "He didn't even start the car, he's just standing there smoking. Brother Yao, do you think he knows he can't do it and has given up?"

Yao Bin felt both relieved and resentful.

Fortunately, no matter what, he no longer has to call people "grandpa".

What he was resentful about was that racing was his forte, and he was somewhat unwilling to accept that he hadn't won against Wang Baichuan fairly.

Whoosh!
While they were talking, the Porsche 911 had already completed half a lap, and Yao Bin's friend told him over the radio:

"Binzi, that R8 moved! Holy crap, it's going way too fast!"

Hua Twelve floored the accelerator from the start, and the R8 sped along the track like lightning, drifting and cornering continuously.

As Yao Bin's Porsche 911 completed its first lap in 1 minute and 10 seconds, a silver lightning bolt streaked past him.

It was the same R8 that Hua Shier was driving, the same model as Iron Man's.

The scene erupted in an instant, and Yao Bin shouted over the radio:
"Impossible! How could he be so fast?! How long did it take him to run one lap?"

The response came quickly over the radio: "55 seconds, that's 3 seconds faster than the record set by the Ferrari professional driver we hired! Binzi, this guy is definitely a professional-level expert!"

Yao Bin didn't have time to talk anymore. He floored the accelerator, knowing he wouldn't be able to see the taillights if he didn't chase after them.

Hua Shier drove the R8 and was far ahead. After a few laps, he found that there were no cars behind him, so he simply let up and waited for a while before Yao Bin caught up.

Next came the cat-and-mouse game, where Hua Shier started dangling and swaying about two parking spaces in front of Yao Bin's car, showing off his various talents.

He doesn't slow down when cornering, he drifts through corners continuously, and he still holds the steering wheel with one hand and smokes with the other.

If Yao Bin's Porsche 911 is too slow, Hua Shier will control the R8 to slow down and wait a while. If it catches up, he will only be two car lengths ahead. In short, it's just for fun!
In the last two laps, Yao Bin was already fired up by this teasing. The Porsche 911 suddenly roared like a beast in the continuous corners. He deliberately slammed on the brakes before entering the corners, shifting the car's center of gravity forward, and at the same time, he turned the steering wheel all the way to the left.
This is a 'reverse heel-toe drift' that even professional drivers rarely attempt.

This technique requires downshifting and rev-matching during braking, allowing the rear wheels to control the drift angle with the throttle the moment they lose traction. A slight misstep could send the car plunging off the track.

Suddenly, the rear of the Porsche 911 swung sideways, the right rear wheel scraping against the guardrail and sending sparks flying, while the front of the car seemed to be pulled straight into the inner lane by an invisible hand.

Yao Bin slammed on the gas pedal the moment the car slid sideways, trying to use the power to pull the front of the car back onto the track, but the R8's taillights remained like ghosts, stuck two car lengths to his left front.

This is absolutely humiliating!

Yao Bin gritted his teeth and released the steering wheel, letting the car slide completely sideways toward the apex of the corner. This is a 'full throttle side slide cornering' technique that professional race car drivers only use in the rain; they would never dare to use it on a dry track.

He's taking a huge risk.

Just as Yao Bin thought he could close the distance, the Porsche 911 suddenly went out of control. The car was instantly struck as if by a giant hammer; first, the right front wheel bounced high into the air, then the entire body rolled to the right like an overturned beetle. The carbon fiber hood shattered in mid-air, and the car body scraped against the concrete guardrail, sending blinding sparks flying. Finally, it crashed upside down in the run-off area. Then, an unexpected scene unfolded: when the Porsche 911 came to a stop, with a deafening roar, flames erupted from the car body.

Hua Shier saw all this in the rearview mirror, immediately drove the car off the track, opened the door, got out, and ran over quickly.

Yao Bin was completely dazed from the fall. Although he was still conscious and knew that the situation was dangerous and that he needed to get out of the sports car as soon as possible, his brain could no longer control his body. He was like a drunkard, which were symptoms of a concussion.

Hua Shier went over and tried to open the car door, only to find it was jammed shut.

Ignoring everything else, saving lives was the priority. With a sudden tug, he ripped the car door off, then snapped the seatbelt and pulled Yao Bin out of the car.

He dragged Yao Bin a dozen meters away when the Porsche 911 exploded with a loud bang, turning the entire car into a fireball.

At this moment, many of the participating vehicles spontaneously stopped. Seeing that Yao Bin was out of danger, these drivers spontaneously gave Hua Twelve a thumbs up or applauded.

The race continued, but Hua Shier did not continue to participate. Instead, he waited for the paramedics to arrive and confirm that Yao Bin was alright before driving away from the racetrack.

Although he didn't win the championship, Hua Shier didn't come here for that anyway. He drove around a few laps recklessly, which already achieved his purpose of coming to have fun.

As he was leaving, he smiled at Yao Bin, who had recovered somewhat:
"Neither of us finished this time, so let's call it a tie!"

Yao Bin exclaimed gratefully, "Brother Wang, thank you!"

Hua Shier waved his hand, got into the car, and drove off!

Although Yao Bin challenged him to a contest several times for Qu Xiaoxiao, he didn't use any underhanded tactics, so Hua Shier didn't have a bad impression of this rich second-generation.

Originally, Hua Shier always came out on top while Yao Bin suffered losses. He even called Yao Bin "Dad." Thinking back on Hua Shier, besides wanting to laugh, he really didn't have any bad impression of him.

In the evening, I went to a Fujian restaurant with Fan Shengmei. She changed her usual persona and seemed to have stopped pretending. She picked up the menu and ordered a lot of dishes. The two of us ate six dishes, including Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, all of which were the most expensive on the menu, as well as a bottle of red wine that cost more than 3,000 yuan.

After ordering, Fan Shengmei smiled insincerely and said:
"Baichuan, I hope what I ordered isn't too expensive. If you have any difficulties, we can cancel the main courses!"

Hua Shier didn't know what to say. If you, Fan Shengmei, really had this intention, why did you ask such a question in front of several waiters? If someone really couldn't afford it, it would be so embarrassing for them, and they would be forced to comply even if they were forced to.

Of course, this amount of money was nothing to Hua Shier. He waved his hand and gestured to the waiter, who was looking at him with a questioning gaze, that he didn't need to focus on this one.

After the waiter left, Fan Shengmei said with a charming smile;
"If we're talking about our classmates, Baichuan, you're definitely doing the best!"

Hua Shier smiled without saying a word. It was only a ten-thousand-yuan expense; he could just consider it a meal of ribs, split equally between the man and the dog. He was already thinking about finding a new dining companion.

Although he didn't care about the cost of the meal, Fan Shengmei's attitude was wrong; she was treating him like a sucker.

Oh, I've treated you to meals for several days and even helped you out before, and now you've turned me into an enemy?

During their meal, Fan Shengmei's conversation topics changed. Before, they talked about life, ideals, memories, and the future, but today it was completely different. She talked about things like this brand's new products or someone saying that she would look good carrying a certain bag.

In short, her words implied that she wanted Hua Shier to buy her bags and make money.

Whenever she brought this up, Hua Shier would just smile and remain silent.

Just kidding, I also have a dog named Xiaotian. Wouldn't it be better to use that money to buy some dog food for Xiaotian?

Old Bai: You forgot about the other bird?

Hua Shier: Hmm, sprinkle some cumin on yourself first, let's have a barbecue together another day!
Lao Bai:
After dinner, the two drove back to Joyful Ode. Since Hua Shier had to drive, they didn't drink any alcohol during dinner, and Fan Shengmei packed up the remaining half bottle of red wine to take back with her.

Perhaps because Fan Shengmei had mentioned bags and such a few times but Hua Shier hadn't responded, the former seemed to think he was stingy and even threw a tantrum. On the way back, the R8 car was unusually silent.

As the R8 drove into the Joyful Song residential complex, a group of people were gathered on the green space not far from the underground parking garage, as if something had happened.

Fan Shengmei glanced at it twice and exclaimed:
"Stop the car! It's Xiao Qu!"

Hua Shier parked the car on the side of the road and got out with Fan Shengmei to watch the excitement.

Fan Shengmei squeezed through the crowd and asked Qu Xiaoxiao, who was arguing with the security guard:
"What's wrong with Xiao Qu? Why is she arguing with the security guard!"

Without waiting for Qu Xiaoxiao's reply, she turned to the security guard and said:

"What are you doing? Xiao Qu is a resident of this community. How dare you security guards bully a resident?"

The security guard quickly protested, "No, we didn't bully her. This resident violated the community's rule against feeding stray cats. We were just stopping her from feeding the cats!"

Qu Xiaoxiao, as if her hair had been bristled, shouted:
"Which law forbids feeding cats? You yourselves are heartless, and you even forbid others from feeding cats? How disgusting!"

The security guard explained, "Please don't swear, sir. We're just worried that stray cats might gather and hurt someone. Besides, too many cats will also affect the environment of the community!"

"You're talking nonsense! Who did these cats hurt? Tell me and I'll see!"

"Just because we're not injured now doesn't mean we won't be injured in the future. We're trying to avoid risks, and it's out of good intentions!"

Qu Xiaoxiao and the security guard each had their own version of events, and the surrounding neighbors took sides and began to discuss the matter.

Hua Shier shook his head, too lazy to watch Qu Xiaoxiao act up, and without saying goodbye to Fan Shengmei, got into the car and left.

After Qu Xiaoxiao returned home victorious from her argument, she happily went home with Fan Shengmei. Remembering Fan Shengmei's date with Wang Baichuan earlier that day, she asked with a smile how it went.

Fan Shengmei sighed:
"Hey, don't even mention it. It's true that Wang Baichuan likes me, but his financial situation is probably just so-so. He's generous with small amounts of money, but he falls short when it comes to real money!"

"I used the method you taught me to mention a few new products to him, but he didn't dare to respond at all. I've figured it out; Wang Baichuan is just a shiny-but-bad-good guy!"

Qu Xiaoxiao chuckled: "I knew it! That's why I advised you to be more careful!"

In the following days, Hua Shier stopped asking Fan Shengmei to have meals with him. Instead, he would order food at the company with his subordinates and secretary, and they would chat together, which made the atmosphere even better.

But Fan Shengmei didn't think so. She became more and more convinced that Hua Shier was just pretending to be rich. She must have eaten him out of house and home in one meal last time. She was going to wait a while before saying that. She started to look down on this old classmate more and more.

On his way home from get off work that day, Hua Shier once again saw Qu Xiaoxiao arguing with someone in the green space.

However, this time it wasn't a security guard, but another female resident, who was holding a crying baby in her arms.

Hua Shier got out of the car to see what was going on, and heard Qu Xiaoxiao holding cat food in her hand, surrounded by many stray cats, shouting in a quarrel:

"Your child wasn't watched carefully enough and got scratched by the cat, so why are you blaming me!"

The female homeowner said angrily:
“The property management has issued a notice prohibiting feeding stray cats. If it weren’t for you feeding the cats, how could there be so many stray cats in our community? My child was playing on the green space, and as soon as you fed the cats, all the cats came running over. My son was startled and tried to run away, but he scared that big yellow cat. Look what it did to my son’s face! You have to take responsibility!”

Qu Xiaoxiao sneered:

"Oh, you're trying to scam me! What business is it of yours if I want to feed the cat? You can't even take good care of your own child, so who can you blame? You deserved to be scratched by the cat, it has nothing to do with me!"

Hua Shier remembered that he also had the ability of a 'biologist'. With a thought, a stray cat at Qu Xiaoxiao's feet suddenly sprang up, jumped onto Qu Xiaoxiao's shoulder in a few steps, and then stretched out its paw and slapped her.

The claw struck Qu Xiaoxiao's face, and blood gushed out immediately, causing her to scream in pain.

Thanks to 08a, Demon Tiger, and Book Friend 20220521185315232 for their donations, and thanks to the brothers who voted for monthly tickets and recommendations. Thank you very much.